This is but a few sentences, a note to let myself know that I’m finally connected to the internet in the deep woods in Idaho. It’s not due to motostat though, the damn signal can’t be found through all the pine boughs and trees surrounding my brother’s place. I ended up haunting the 24 hour Wal-mart super center to buy a wireless router for my bro’s computer – helluva long trip to the store and back – and I’m now “ON”. I’ll be back, at this very same spot, in about six to seven hours and continue with this post.But for those of you that have never frequented this neck of the woods or part of the U.S., this is pretty much what it looks like -no kidding-around every bend in the road:

More later!

A little later – I’m back. I’d like to report that the jack problems are a thing of the past, but I can’t. No worky! Same problemo – half jacked up and the motor starts clacking and then stops completely. After jacking up the coach frame with a bottle neck jack, and taking the pressure off the jacks, the jack motor works again. Of course I called Wheeler RV and left a message (because they’re off on Sunday) and informed them they would be my first stop when I hit Vegas and that I’m going to sue them. I was doubly pissed because I paid the ‘roving RV repair man’ for a seperate motor and control on the passenger side jack, and Wheeler RV removed it when they did the new jack install – without even asking me, telling me, or giving me the damn motor back. I had a 40 minute swear-a-thon with myself and me, blowing out obscenities in the peaceful Idaho air, and now I’m over it. Just determined as hell to SUE them.

Of course I’ve not played any poker or even thought about a poker game. They used to have one in the back of the barber shop/pool hall in Sandpoint, back in 68ish when I lived here. I didn’t play then but I knew someone that did. I may ask around about it, just for fun and see if there’s still a hide-out poker game somewhere. Then again, I may not. I don’t care for private games and playing in places that it’s illegal. I have too much at stake to be caught doing that.

I was off line for almost three days. It felt strange. I’m used to a keyboard and mouse beingpart ofmy hands and suddenly…

Since this isn’t about poker, let’s get into the area and the kick back attitude that I’m in. I have two brothers that live in Sandpoint ID, well actually out of the city limits in the woods. They both have 10 acre parcels of land with houses that they built (and they are both married). Their homes are on opposite ends of the valley. Kevin lives out at Sagle, on the South side of Sandpoint (heading towards Coeur d’Alene). Kenny lives on the Colburn-Culver cut off road, heading North towards Bonners Ferry and Canada. My coach is parked at Kevin’s property since it’s close to Round Lake State Park where the family always camps out for the reunion.

These aren’t horse bandits. These are put on the horses every day to protect their ears and eyes from a particular little fly that causes a lot of problems for the horse.

The coach in front of my bro’s house:

The lower part of the property, some parts of it have been cleared by kevin and Gayl; it’s rugged, wild, and has continual traffic from deer and other wildlife, including a bear now and then:

This is one of the deer my bro shot (nope, it ain’t my bag but that’s what they do, they eat venison all year long – add bear, elk, and moose to that diet – and that’s how we grew up):

And this is one I shot, he was on the run, you have to look close, right in the middle of the picture, it’s a butt shot:

And all of these kids are leaving the state. I don’t blame them, it’s too cold for me in the mornings right now. I’m shivering my tush off – 45 is way too cold for any human that just migrated from the desert.

It’s late, I’m tired, and there’s so much more lazing around to do tomorrow. Check back for more of my doing nothing kind of days. Sweet!